Ok. Okay, even though I wanted to pass by unnoticed around the world learned that I had a nose ... Mostly thanks to lengüetero (Which is abundant in the vice that exceeded the cigarette and alcohol), the scourge of our time: Facebook.
But it is not as some "not so my friends" which I assume will be the most famous pederast (ie Michael Jackson) because it is a functional operation second to widen the nostrils (scientific name: removal of synechiae, or in Creole: deflower the gaps). The aesthetics I have it since last year and I'm sorry to say. But people are serious sheath, are worthy of merit the height of indiscretion. I say: Is that your home did not teach them to hide? I remember my grandmother (my dad said: May God have in his glory) would tell me and my brothers, "When do the adults you do not slip when you see something wrong yourself insane" (about buying a forest and get lost). Will these people had no grandmother fuck? because they just see me throw those words loudly and in the commercial: "Aaaaaaaaamigo how beautiful I was that narizzzzz", "natural, genuine, authentic ..." and other epithets that can not stand adulatory. That's when they start to stir the bile and makes me want to throw the final product of my glands saliváceas as a cream for oily skin. The worst thing is that throughout the conversation I removed the eyes, retinas and corneas of the very center of half of my face like I have a bionic nose .
That's just the appetizer, because I imagine what will happen when you go to a social event and I find the harmful than ever missing. Last year at Christmas dinner. A very select group of journalists had saved me a seat, in the selected table, but is that the subject of gossip the select grupete where I sat was the whore boobs, lipo of Sutan, and I said, I'm out of this mess before they will start asking for fucking nose. As I left the wig!. Before their sharp tongues and biting me put the label of "operator" but if they knew that this is not an ornament, or simply turned up with the cartilage in the tip, you could not breathe because thanks to my father's genes, and a green mango blessed in my days of innocence fell nose while trying to sleep in a hammock and I broke the wall. From there I grabbed a phobia of green mango and serve all athletic supporters to lie down to rest.
But it is not as some "not so my friends" which I assume will be the most famous pederast (ie Michael Jackson) because it is a functional operation second to widen the nostrils (scientific name: removal of synechiae, or in Creole: deflower the gaps). The aesthetics I have it since last year and I'm sorry to say. But people are serious sheath, are worthy of merit the height of indiscretion. I say: Is that your home did not teach them to hide? I remember my grandmother (my dad said: May God have in his glory) would tell me and my brothers, "When do the adults you do not slip when you see something wrong yourself insane" (about buying a forest and get lost). Will these people had no grandmother fuck? because they just see me throw those words loudly and in the commercial: "Aaaaaaaaamigo how beautiful I was that narizzzzz", "natural, genuine, authentic ..." and other epithets that can not stand adulatory. That's when they start to stir the bile and makes me want to throw the final product of my glands saliváceas as a cream for oily skin. The worst thing is that throughout the conversation I removed the eyes, retinas and corneas of the very center of half of my face like I have a bionic nose .
That's just the appetizer, because I imagine what will happen when you go to a social event and I find the harmful than ever missing. Last year at Christmas dinner. A very select group of journalists had saved me a seat, in the selected table, but is that the subject of gossip the select grupete where I sat was the whore boobs, lipo of Sutan, and I said, I'm out of this mess before they will start asking for fucking nose. As I left the wig!. Before their sharp tongues and biting me put the label of "operator" but if they knew that this is not an ornament, or simply turned up with the cartilage in the tip, you could not breathe because thanks to my father's genes, and a green mango blessed in my days of innocence fell nose while trying to sleep in a hammock and I broke the wall. From there I grabbed a phobia of green mango and serve all athletic supporters to lie down to rest.
The trauma of this is before, during and after. Before all preoperative tests, you almost ask the copy of your first baby tooth, X-rays, cardio and lung tests. The pulmonologist (very official) asked me to yell "Chavez" to check on her my cavity breathing was normal, he said, might not motivate me with the character. You have to make bags for internarte, psychologically and emotionally ready to be butchered for a few hours in which anesthetic stay in limbo. Prior to that, I think everything that hurt me most was something I hate to death ... "Hi millet, how are you came to take the road to spend the intravenous medication." At that time I did a flashback and remembered my sister when she had a caesarean, I was there giving my support, she playing with the nurses, super good mood, until I put the injector on the back of your hand and let out a string of insults I never thought repetería were over 10 swear incoherent one after the other that was my instant laughter and banned me over to his room.
Yes, my time had come ... came the aforementioned nurse, an older woman as Andean very sweet voice, he seemed very polite and friendly, dressed in blue and white hat with a bright aluminum case, when opened I saw the needle roller and said, "I came to taking the road", I smiled, I repeated "bobby quiet, tranquil, breath, prayed, meditated, waiting ... My mother puyazón (Always a few friends) saw sideways predisposed to hurt him her cherub, I took one of my mortal eyes as if to say "stay still I'm great." That was enough for half to calm down, but do not take my eyes off the lady.
When I was going to bury the plastic needle (like a coffee stirrer straw), Mrs. arreculó and began to say that everything was in the will of God, spoke of his son and daughter mechanical greater than could not have children, Lugo of a granddaughter who went brincona ... And I uh, "Pa 'when is the injection?, he stopped and said is the time ... And the nurse in question began the second arreculada: continued talking that I had to be good professional, took the story of his widow and 6 men who have had after the disappearance of her late husband. And all these, my mom angry on the sofa. I laughing (in a mixture of nerves and a desire to silence), and finally ran out when the subjects decided to show the lace . I closed my eyes and zuas! I got it because my sister said: With ., Vergara., Nojoda, ping. What horny, co .. mother, etc, etc, etc ... and I wanted to be more educated and I think I just breathed and AHHHHHH. Uffff!! Expression that was enough for my vigilant mother, swiftly jumped from his seat and is placed just behind the old woman who broke my hand (as we no longer notice the sweet nurse) to monitor each of their movements.
nerves attacked the nurse, began to babble and the only thing I understood was that I said I had the veins "engrinchadas" first time I said that word, then I said they were "engarruñadas" so that old "needle in" began to turn to find the bloodstream, so my sweet mother told him all, and in those bickering I squeezed everything he could tighten, not scream. And she held up the needle and put it back into more rage than before until it seems that the veins and desengrincharon desengarruñaron and found one that served. Diossss that episode.
From there, I wore blue, I placed disposable hat and shoes, never understood why they took me in wheelchairs to reach the operating room and the anesthesiologist greeted me: Hello how are you? And I always said acid: how should it be? That was enough for less than a minute put me to sleep. I remember nothing, when I was waking up hearing voices and the first thing I saw was at my parent fighting with the nurse, hehehehe. It was there that I realized that if I hurt my nose laughing.
It's been over a week and yet, I'm fine, according to the doctor my progress has been satisfactory, I complete rest, "total": no face down, forbidden physical activity, including "that" talk as little as possible, among others. Still I have plenty of rest, but I'm desperate to go to the office, teaching at the university and exercise, but everything has its time. In the meantime many thanks for being outstanding, for being there that have always been, to appear that I never knew existed, who with a smiley, a message text, a greeting chat, a call, they gave me a few days of silence harmonious than the bustle and stress that I'm normally submerged.
Many friends, acquaintances and even strangers have been outstanding for me, others do not ... my family and especially my sister has shown that profess the true meaning of running the same blood through the veins and have a heart beat to the rhythm of mine; charged because of patience, detail and care has helped me to improve what has sometimes become a pain. Experiment once again that God does not leave us alone and we put angels on the way to make this life more bearable and they are.
